Six Flicks

It seems like a gossamer of design
Like a needle in between the
Feeder and the spine
Like a tap root pulled up
Or a bean stalk to climb
Its a special condition
Of remission in my mind

There are six flicks showing at the cinema
Seven crooks in the books waiting at the bar
And I don't want a be a liar
But I just burnt down the cas ba
For the manageress was indistress
Over the painting of the tar

I fell through the floor
Eiffel true but but poor
In design of the infinite
The night and the sinews spent
And twisted in the age of someone sure

I courted the dream of an Geronitus
He laughed and split coconuts with his
Master's whip
He held in his hand the candle for the vandel
He held under knee the key
And he fell from the plinth
Where they dug up his bones
And framed them as me

I saw you wish in the harbour
And heard of love fish in labour
She drew up her wings
And spilled out her things
Until I saw all the stone babies of earth

Of course the river was rough
And its worth should have been reason enough
But asylum I found none
In the guise of a nun
The phylum of trees left me
Pith in my gun
And it all went silent after the big bang
And the trees swooned softly
Under a dying sun
As the Cathedral bells tolled
For the breaking of the day
When Christ walked on the eggshells
Of all the sinners that he had saved

And it came like this
In the fourth and Fifth
Centuries of New Palestine
The choirs of angels sang to briars
And the sandboxes refilled themselves

Of course they did he said in a moan
The loveless ponies had shelf proofed the stone
And the stone had hardened to a roof of rock
That was built upon pillars of sand

I cut the bone and marked myself
Dug a new grave and filled with my doubt
Earned my chrysalis turned
Off the water spout
And suffered the chains of freedom